Pioneer - Summer 2010 - Web-Only Feature
The Pioneer ♦ A Magazine of Utica College  

Haiti Comes Home 

Haiti earthquake

A note from the author:

“When I returned back to Utica, I just started crying and couldn't stop talking. So I decided to put my thoughts on paper. The first time reading it was so difficult. I could not even get through the first few lines without breaking down into tears. But I am so happy that I got that inspiration to write this poem. I hold this dear to my heart and I hope when people read this or hear it they receive the message that I am trying to send out.”

- Martine Samson


Web-Only Feature - Summer 2010

Ayiti Cherie
by Martine Samson

My ancestry is from a place called Ayiti
It flows strongly through my veins and through my body
The bloodline of great men and great women who have changed history.
First black nation freed.
January first 1804 was the day they took control or so they thought
because my country, my Haiti has never been freed
Tragedy after tragedy after tragedy
has caused the world to look at us as though we were less than a country
As though we were a province, a state, or maybe even a city
but politically correct they renamed us a third world country
where our children are wanting for food water and shelter.
the only problem is this is not the Haiti that i see.
why through my eyes all i can see is Ayiti cherie.
Plug the A/V cords into my socket and let me project onto the screen the images of my Haiti
Images of love, water and sand
houses built by hand to protect their fam.
On aller nan place l'an pour nous ka jouer
Let's go to the park so we can play
children running care free through the streets no worries in the world.
Two dollars a day is the average salary for a Haitian.
Marchand chabon, Marchand Tabac, Marchand du ris
no more does it matter.
Cuz all it took was 35 seconds to bring my nation to the ground
Underneath them there was a trembling so violent that Richter readjusted his scale
cuz that 7.0 ripped through the crust and brought us to our knees
The rumble felt throughout the world.
We felt it in New York, we felt in Boston, We felt it in Florida
I felt that earthquake enter my body and damage my soul
because I am part of my country
I have my roots embedded in that land
that land that refused to stay still.
I the houses swayed from left to right only to come crashing down
crashing down on their heads
families trapped inside the rubble with no way out
listening closely I can hear them....... the cries, the screams, the pleads
S'il vous plait vin edem, s'il vous plait retirem
arms extended but not long enough to pass through these oceans and enter the rubble to help
Children crying, mom's screaming, mezami mezami
I sat and i cried because my country is suffering.
They watched as their mothers died, as their children died
dead bodies lined the streets, dead bodies dead bodies
with no faces no identities because their families cant come and claim them
bodies bulldozed into the trash cuz we have no place to bury them.
Our lands have been lifted but spirits brought down.
Ayiti cherie se oumen ki toujours nan couer'm bam force
give me strength
206 years of independence but not one day free
not free from poverty not free from tragedy
This is my nation
And i choose to carry its burdens on my shoulders
because our land can’t take anymore weight, it has been shook, it is unstable.
But we will rebuild and make better, our ground will be stronger
Ayiti cherie you are ours
we are a new nation, we are united



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